My gaze shifted to the Beartooth Chalet. It was the best cabin on the ranch. I’d made sure of it. If there was anything extra, I’d poured it into that building. A new roof. Updated plumbing. Fresh paint. New hardwood flooring. Most of that work, I’d done myself in the winter when the resort was slow. For Indya. I’d wanted that cabin to be nice in case one day she came back. I should have saved that money. And let the Beartooth rot.

